Monthly Archives: August 2022

It’s The Time Of The Season for…

Delta Ladies, Diana Stones Songs, glass cage, Musings,
Orchard The Trio
Orchard The Trio in Rehearsal Diana Clare and Brian

I am now 4 weeks past my covid infection (which lasted 3 weeks in total). I feel very fatigued and I am still getting headaches too. I have gone back into rehearsals with the bands I am in and that’s has been far more tiring than I was expecting it to be.  But its a start. We have only just had a break in the weather with storms and very heavy rain. The temperature is back to seasons norms which is  a great relief though we need much more rain. The grass is starting to fight its way back towards something partially resembling green again. And the trees have been watered on the ornamental green opposite.   

I really find it difficult to concentrate with the world falling into chaos and this country falling in to Chaos along with it. Will we all be here next year and if we are what sort of state will we be in by then. I am really not too sure. Surely everything must end. How can it continue? 

“Dictators have an old trick to assess the strength of their opposition: they say something patently untrue, and then look to see who mindlessly repeats it. Those who do, they recognise as their true supporters”.
Barry Gardiner

“No matter who comes to Belarusian land, I will fight. Even if it is Putin”.
Alexander Lukashenko

It’s all some sort of madness that must be endured.  As usual I am working away on musical projects of various sorts, so nothing new to report at present on that front really.

 

So Hot My Brain is Fried

Delta Ladies, Diana Stones Songs, Elephant Shelf, glass cage, history, music, Musings, other, Piano, pictures, whatever

Too hot to do anything and to hot to think as well. Hopefully the weather is supposed to break on Monday, but its really hard going as there is no way to keep the flats internal temp below 30C. We just can’t lower it whatever we do.    We have tried every trick in the book pretty much. Hi ho alas and also lack a day. 
Just stringing a few words together seems a herculean effort at present. I have resorted to keeping a small spray bottle in the fridge and misting myself with it to keep cool. It is actually remarkably effective in the short term. I did look into various cooling devices but they are not that practical due to the design of the apartment.
So the day to day is difficult right now. 

Here is a new song. It’s just Piano and Vocal on this one for a change, keeping it simple.

Let’s get back to proper English summers where you went on holiday in a caravan in Bognor Regis and the rain p***** down all night and it was so loud you couldn’t sleep. Or I could just move to Wales I suppose. In winter when it snowed just after we moved here in 2018  we had to have the heating off as there was a leak, it was 19C. Each year in winter we seem to need much less heating. But how the hell you cool it I don’t know. Not that I am obsessed you know, but please make it stop.

The war in Ukraine is rumbling on and it’s scary.  Really scary. I do wonder if I might not live to to draw my pension next year. Are we that close to a 3rd world war?
It feels like we might be. All of the certainties we had seem to be blowing away in the wind. So we wait and we worry.  Does Putin want to fulfil the words of the book?

“When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a pale horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.”

Makes you wonder what a person of  faith feels at a time like this? 

I think I need a drink, laters people and try and do no harm.